About Celeador

“I’ve been to better places in this world, safer places. I’ve been to places with prettier people, more civilized people, to cities that astound you. But you know? I’ve never been to a place that is so harsh and unforgiving; wastelands filled with colossal peaks; primordial forests that have presence; treacherous seas of quicksand; the damp and fog draped moors where the quiet itself seems alive.

Yet there is history here, and opportunity too, for the land is dotted with strange, mystical sites and great monuments from empires before the Age of Darkness. Few alive today can guess at what untold treasures lie fallow. What ancient ruins lie devoured by the deep forest? What lies buried in the fetid swamps? What created the vast stretch of barren lands dotted with hundreds of thousands of broken statues?

Beyond this, the land itself is a treasure, the gigantic Darkwood beckoning those of an opportunistic ilk, not to mention the unique flora and fauna, both dangerous and profitable; where the worst predators and foulest threats are the human tribes, savages, who live there—and those who, in many cases, pass themselves off as humans. This vastness and the sense of isolation have earned the region its name; this is the Razor Coast."

-Dario Argent, Explorer and Silver Agent of the Aspis Consortium, addressing the Absalom Mercantile League, before his disappearance along Arcadia's Razor Coast in 4706 AR

Timeline of the Razor Coast:

Timeline of the Razor Coast:

4546 AR Lord Captain Markus Razor, explorer, navigator, cartographer and captain of the Royal Cheliaxian Navy discovers and charts the “Razor Coast” a series of jagged islands, hidden reefs and verdant jungle coves along the southern edge of Arcadia. He makes first contact with the Tulita people and would later report his findings to the crown.

4606 AR Aroden dies, leaving the Empire of Cheliax without a divine mandate. Cheliax gradually slides toward civil war. Quell, the so called “fisherman saint” of Aroden absorbs a sliver of Arodens divinity and is reborn in to god of Fisherman and Seas.

4608 AR Fort Stormshield is built atop a plateau overlooking Kai Bay along Arcadia’s Razor Coast by the Aspis Consortium in order to capitalize on the abundance of Tulita slaves and rare hardwoods found along the jungle coast.

4676 AR Port Shaw is founded by the notorious Free Captain Aldrin Shaw following a failed bid for the Hurricane Crown. The secluded waters of Kai Bay proved the ideal location for the renegade privateer to build his growing fleet of freebooters. Upon his initial landing, Aldrin launched several violent and brutal campaigns against the native Tulita, and in the wake of his butchery, he claimed the bay as his own. Captain Shaw and his men build the port town by hacking plank and board from the surrounding forest and constructing dozens of long piers. Shaw’s men raise houses, chandlers, inns, warehouses, taverns, and brothels to lure trade and accommodate the host of explorers and treasure hunters who descended like locusts upon the ripe, virgin Arcadia coast.

4678 AR Tulita, the original inhabitants of the Razor Coast, fragmented in their leadership and outnumbered by ever-arriving waves of foreign ships, tear apart from within. Some Tulita swear allegiance to the newcomers in exchange for powerful, easy to-use weapons – and then turn to settling past feuds.

4695 AR Fort Stormshield is sold to Port Shaw by the Aspis Consortium when the consortium decides to abandon the area due to an upswell in sea raider’s predations between the Razor Sea and the Arcadia Ocean.

4699 AR War between Port Shaw and the Pirate King Garr Bloodbane breaks out following Garr’s increased raiding on merchant ships.

4708 AR The Wave Riders, led by the renowned paladin of Quell, Solomon Trafalgar are attacked while onboard their ship the Trident by a monstrous Kraken. During the ambush the Kraken drags Trafalgar’s body to his deep demesne as a grisly trophy. The surviving heroes, viewing the defeat of their steadfast leader, fled in disgrace.

4709 AR The war between Port Shaw and Garr Bloodbane ends. Garr Bloodbane beleaguered and hard pressed after a series of defeats retained only his command ship, the Dark Lady, and one more seaworthy frigate, Devil’s Grasp. Garr was holed up near an atoll not far from Beacon Island to lay low and rebuild his fleet. Acting on a scout report Captain Jacob Razor’s fast running man-o-war, Razor’s Edge, teamed up with Gregory Bonedeuce, Captain of the Pride. During the ensuring battle Jacob Razor falls to Garr’s battleaxe, second before Boneduce is able to slay the pirate king. A few moments later the powder main on the Razor’s Edge explodes and the Razor’s Edge sinks with no survivors. Wounded from the battle Boneduce manages to beach the Pride and is rescued several days later.

4711 AR Following the death of her husband Bethany Razor shies away from direct involvement in the affairs of Port Shaw. She fills the void in her heart with an extremely successful career as the region’s only privateer. Under legal writ of the Elders, Bethany Razor preys on pirates and other dangerous outlaws of the Razor Coast, captaining her impressive ship Quell’s Whore.

Port Shaw stands as the largest and most infamous of the Razor Coast’s boom ports. It sits upon the most strategic point along the coast, near dead center, overlooking Kai Bay at the headwaters of the sacred River of the People. This location made Port Shaw a bustling hub for all sea trade as well as the center of trade and foreign culture. Not surprisingly, Port Shaw is not the first settlement built on this prized location. The surrounding region once marked the heart of ancient Tulita culture. Upon the crucible where Pele’s fires smoldered in the sea and birthed land, Port Shaw now squats, dumping its muddy waste into the once blessed waters.

HistoryFounded by the notorious Free Captain Aldrin Shaw following a failed bid for the Hurricane Crown, the secluded waters of Kai Bay proved the ideal location for the renegade privateer to build his growing fleet of freebooters. Upon his initial landing, Aldrin launched several violent and brutal campaigns against the native Tulita, and in the wake of his butchery, he claimed the bay as his own. Captain Shaw and his men built the port town by hacking plank and board from the surrounding forest and constructing dozens of long piers that pierce the sanctity of the bay like so many knives. They raised houses, chandlers, inns, warehouses, taverns, and brothels to lure trade and accommodate the host of explorers and treasure hunters who descended like locusts upon the ripe, virgin Arcadia coast.

Port Shaw attracted a dangerous breed of brigand and cutthroat, and the bayside settlement quickly grew perilous for any traveler off his guard. Smugglers, pirates, outlaws, and outcasts filled out the population. In Port Shaw, the streets are unruly, the docks deadly after dark, and the only law in town remains the crushing iron fist of the Municipal Dragoons.

Port Shaw TodayPort Shaw is divided into loose districts. Like many a boomtown, there are no legal boundaries of any kind, and the districts themselves grow and shrink with each passing year. The Dragoons patrol each, though anarchy reigns in Tide and Bawd districts after dark. They blithely ignore most murders, assaults, and robberies unless a powerful member of the Lodge takes an interest or a violent act disrupts a wealthy merchant’s lucrative business endeavors.

People of Port ShawThere are honest, hardworking people in Port Shaw right alongside those who would turn a quick coin by exploiting someone else’s labor. Among hopeful colonists, subjugated and oppressed Tulita, swaggering pirates, and exotic sailors, life ekes by on the coast, and one never knows whom one might meet around the corner.

The LodgeAfter the war against the Tulita ended, the victorious colonists determined to police both themselves and the conquered Tulita natives, and so co-opted the Tulitas’ political organization, renaming their own ruling body the Lodge after it.

Once revered for their experience and spiritual wisdom, Lodge members no longer number among the most sage of the Tulita. Since the conflict, most who sit the Lodge are merely wealthy foreigners or Tulita puppets who dance to their tune. Today’s Lodge “Elders” are mere merchants with their hands on the gold, pearls, and sunken treasure beneath the Razor’s waves, as they busily rape the bounty of the coast’s natural treasures. Other Elders are displaced or disgraced aristocrats who fled their own lands and now play god in Port Shaw. Most of these bought their titles with gold and mercenary blades and now take obscene liberties, indulging their every debauched whim. Port Shaw’s ruling body does little good for its citizens, while parasites suck as many riches from the region as possible – then retire in luxury.

Citizens of NoteElder Barrison Hargrove: Considered the most influential member of the Lodge, the Hargrove family has been a staple on the Port Shaw community since its early days. Barrison Hargrove makes no effort to hide his dislike of all Tulita.

Elder Alastair Crimmeran: A member of the Lodge since shortly after its founding, this aged, blue-blooded elf simply purchased the title Elder. Crimmeran represents the elven interests in Port Shaw and often accompanies the Elven Ambassador, Viscount Senegar Deepwarder.

Elder Nakuakaua: This Tulita still holds the title Elder due to skilled manipulations rather than being some colonist’s puppet. He is not fast to act, fearing a misstep could cost him all, but holds steady on his commitment to find ways to gain greater power for himself and his people.

Municipal DragoonsThe Lodge created the Municipal Dragoons to ensure order in Port Shaw, their capital city – for themselves, not their citizens. When drunken whalers wreak mayhem in the streets and pirates prey on fat cargo freighters with abandon, the Elders’ precious profits stand in jeopardy. They formed the Dragoons, a force of sellswords and militiamen, most of whom were pirates or smugglers before signing up for a regular salary, to keep the streets safe at night and the waters pirate-free. Though they bedeck themselves in royal blue uniforms with tasseled shoulders and carry shining sabers, in practice the Dragoons bear more resemblance to a gang of pirate marauders than civic peacekeepers – only these cutthroats are on the Lodge’s leash.

Gregory Bonedeuce, the current leader of the Dragoons, commands Fort Stormshield and captains Bonedeuce’s Pride, the most impressive man-o-war ever to slice the waves of the Razor Sea.

The DistrictsThe following are the major districts of Port Shaw, but many smaller neighborhoods cling to the cracks between them or nestle within their larger fellows.

Silk DistrictHome to Port Shaw’s artisans and artists, where many of the town’s tailors, coopers, dressmakers, apothecaries, and other artisans ply their trades and keep their quarters. More than a few artists exiled from their homelands maintain exhibition halls and meager residences in Silk. The avant-garde of Port Shaw are a mishmash of artists from diverse cultures, hailing from all across the world. Tulita traditional arts and performance (most notably their dance and musical traditions) add to the mix, making Silk District a melodious and entertaining quarter to visit both day and night. Many of the Tulita arts practiced and taught here cater distinctly to tourists and are highly demystified – watered down and oversimplified to cater to the lowest cultural denominator. The lure of Silk District’s coin and pleasures commercializes the natives’ culture; an aspect of Port Shaw constantly criticized by the remaining traditionalist Tulita tribes along the Razor.

Dontorian’s House of HaberdasheryThis famous hat and fashion shop, located in Silk District, produces the most capital hats on the coast. Everyone on the docks or among the rich and famous of the city’s Jade District wears a Dontorian design. Each hat is perfectly tailored to the customer’s brow to provide either a piratical or noble flair as requested. A quite fetching standard hat costs 10 gp. Finely made top hats – dashing! – cost 25 gp, and a Dontorian special design – there are no words – costs 100 gp.

Sagacious Samuel’s Magic EmporiumAdventurers seeking potions, lotions and other magical accouterments can track down this stately shop, on the edge of Silk and Tide, garishly decorated with arcane symbols and the shimmering illusion of an elven maiden enticing passers-by. Owner Sagacious Samuel offers most potion and scrolls for a “reasonable” price.

Native’s DelightThe Tulita have long tradition of tattooing their own in a style that much of the rest of the world considers exotic. The Native’s Delight in Silk District keeps a staff of several native craftsmen skilled in this Tulita style of tattooing, and many seek out their mastery of ink, some regulars even frequenting almost daily.

The Razor Lodge This former plantation offers members of the Pathfinder Society a safe and respectable place to stay at the edge of Silk District. Overseen by Venture Captain Roarag One-Eye, The society has converted several of the outer buildings to new purposes, including communal housing for visiting junior members and a guesthouse for important persons.

Jade DistrictThe lair of Port Shaw’s wealthiest upper crust – or at least where most aristocrats of the Coast maintain their “city residences.” Many of the richest citizens of Port Shaw also own plantations on the outskirts of the city, or spend some of the year aboard luxurious pleasure barges, intermittently restocking at Jade.

Shops and upscale markets cater to these displaced aristocrats, offering the latest fashions from far-off ports-of-call and every decadent tea, spice, textile or other amenity the rich simply cannot live without. The personal bodyguards of these pampered debutants prowl the streets here. Many of these warriors fashion themselves after the knights of distant Lastwall across the ocean and swear oaths of allegiance to the loathsome aristocrats they serve, displaying whatever ridiculous crest or insignia their employer takes for a coat-of-arms. The oaths of these ruthless mercenaries are only as binding as the weight of their masters’ gold; still, anyone who looks like they do not belong in Jade gets tossed.

The Kraken’s GulletLocated right inside Jade District on Hargrove Boulevard, a red roof caps this impressive three-story, allkoa- wood inn. Sculpted in the shape of its namesake, a large tentacled kraken, the roof glowers down on all who enter. Here those with the gold can hobnob with Port Shaw’s upper crust, while noteworthy local nobles and merchants rub elbows with respected officers and sea captains. The Gullet maintains a strict dress code for its common room, and they allow no riffraff in smelly armor past the door. A patrol of Dragoons is always present outside the Gullet to see that the code is enforced. At the Gullet, rooms are spacious, secure, clean and beautifully decorated, and its third level suites supply a breathtaking view of either the mountains or the sea, depending on the room’s facing.

The Invisible Hand Society ParlorThis parlor is the meeting place of members of the Razor Coast Trading Company and maintains a well-disciplined security force on hand. As befitting of its status, members and guests must follow the dress code, but it allows former military members to wear parade armors. Most of the successful merchants and several business owners within Port Shaw have membership here.

Coppers from the HeavensEven within Jade District money can be hard to come by, but for those who are willing to deal with the devil, riches are within reach at Coppers from the Heavens. This small sandstone building hosts one of the most successful moneylenders in the city, LaBuel Rouge, who charges usury rates from those desperate enough to agree to his terms. LaBuel keeps two minotaurs on staff to protect him and keep his building secure.

Fort StormshieldFort Stormshield is over 100 years old, built even before the founding of Port Shaw. Built atop a plateau overlooking Kai Bay along Arcadia’s Razor Coast by the Aspis Consortium in order to capitalize on the abundance of Tulita slaves and rare hardwoods found along the jungle coast the abandoned the Fort when the consortium – overwhelmed by sea raider’s predations – fled the area. Elder Hargrove, rumored to be the architect of the pirates’ full-blown war on the Aspis shipping fleet, purchased the fort for a pittance. Now the Municipal Dragoons of Port Shaw use the fort as their base of operations. Stormshield’s name stems from its design, with fortress wall constructed from thick stone blocks and mortar, strong enough to resist the Razor’s punishing tropical storms.

Bawd DistrictThe low-burning, smoky tar lanterns of Bawd call sailors and other visitors to her dark twisting alleys and dock-ways, luring them to experiment with exotic and far-ranging narcotics, to lose their shirts (and occasionally their teeth) at gambling dens, to enjoy Port Shaw’s infamous houses of ill-repute, and to attend her myriad entertainments: performances from the Speckled Eyes snake charmer’s guild, baboon fights, gourd-gazing seers, legendary scorpion baths, noose races, and other wild spectacles. Bawd district is also home to The Broken Skull tavern, a well-known pugilists’ den, where nightly matches of grit, stamina, and blood on sawdust entertain the drinking crowd. Gangs and guilds of beggars and thieves are a constant nuisance in this quarter, most of who kick up “tribute” to the Municipal Dragoons in exchange for freedom to pursue their business interests. Gang wars occasionally break out resulting in bloody mayhem that can go on for weeks at a time. Eventually the Dragoons step in and quell these conflicts, usually by taking the highest offer from one warring faction and wiping out their adversaries.

The Broken SkullLocated in the heart of Bawd District, where both tightfisted women of loose morals and slow-swaggering rogues with quick blades prowl, the Broken Skull shines like a beacon to the downtrodden. Because of the noise and general bedlam, few rent rooms at the Skull. Most occupants of the dingy quarters below street level are contenders waiting for a shot at one of the Skull’s esteemed prizefighters. The rooms are damp and dirty. They reek of sweat, blood, and urine. Pit fights are the tavern’s true draw. No-holds-barred bare-knuckle contests rage from sundown to sunrise. The pit’s five current favorites bash newcomers pulpy to the crowd’s delight. Betting is forbidden by official order of the commandant, Gregory Bonedeuce, but most of the patrons gamble to their hearts content anyway. Dragoons do not come here, and it is commonplace for pit fights to spill over into full-fledged tavern brawls.

The Sailors’ KissWithin the Bawd District, this unassuming tattoo parlor services the sailors and other residents that make their home within Port Shaw. The artists working at the Sailors Kiss often only tattoo from the preconceived and well-practiced designs that cover the interior walls here like artwork displays. The Sailors Kiss specializes in green ink tattoos.

Miss Molly’s Bathhouse and LaundryThis large, three-story building has a large water tank atop it painted with a buxom lass, elbows deep in soap suds. A sailor looking to wash the stink of the sea off his skin and clothing would find no better place to do so. A steaming hot bath runs a silver piece every half hour. Clothes are cleaned and mended for 2 cp for each article. The famous Miss Molly posed for that water tank painting well over a dozen years ago, but it has weathered well as she pays good coin for skilled artists to touch it up whenever necessary.

Captain’s WheelThis small inn has a good reputation of comfort for those who can afford it. The Captain’s Wheel is popular with senior officers on leave from their ship, as well as with older sailors who have done well for themselves.

Spyglass and HookThis spacious inn with its interior courtyard is notorious for the rowdy behavior of its guests. The inn’s sign has an old brass spyglass and hook hand mounted to it and contains no writing. It is run by an old peg-legged sea cook by the name of Torch, and his wife, and they cater to a rambunctious crowd. Rooms can be pricey, but those who are light of coin can make do with camping in the courtyard for a more modest weekly fee.

The Pig’s WhistleThe sign above this tavern displays a pig-headed man in an andoran naval uniform blowing a boatswain’s whistle. This hospitable eatery serves hot pork dishes and rum. On any given night, the Pig’s Whistle is a packed location, with many of the seats and booths filled and a fiddler or two playing a lively tune.

Tide DistrictThe docks of Tide District are the epicenter of the town, where the constant comings and goings of merchant, fishing, and whaling vessels create permanent bedlam on the boardwalks. For the right price, few goods or services in the world cannot be procured in Tide. In this bustling district ships restock their holds, off-load their cargo, and trade their goods from distant shores in exchange for local commodities, angling to fetch a handsome price in a far-off port.

The Run Aground TavernThis ramshackle little cabin of a tavern in the Docks District is a haven for the many destitute, good-hearted folk of Port Shaw. The owner, Falgor Finney, a kindly old dwarf, allows the homeless and penniless a seat at his bar, a free tankard of ale, and a bowl of stew whenever he can spare it. Other innkeepers in Port Shaw call the poor souls who make up Finney’s clientele “driftwood” and never allow them past their thresholds.

Chapterhouse of the Church of QuellLocated at the edge of Tide and Silk, the Chapterhouse once served as the heart and soul of Port Shaw. People citywide made the journey each day to worship at Quell’s altar. Fishermen prayed for the bounty of the sea, captains for a peaceful voyage, and simple folk for Quell to keep the great waves and monsoons from their shores. A young priest from Garund recently reopened the Chapterhouse and is often found caring for Port Shaw’s poor and holding regular services.

Old Fish’s SuppliesFrom the outside, this ramshackle building seems nothing more than a small warehouse converted into a bait and tackle shop. Its grimy windows, well-worn exterior, and none too clearly marked sign drooping by a single rusty chain above the doorframe do not speak highly of the quality of products peddled inside. However, for those in need of hard to find bait, tackle, or other fishing gear, or fishing gear and fish trap repair – this is the place to find it.

Absalom Mercantile League Warehouse and InnA squat, sprawling warehouse connected a small townhouse, this building flies the Absalom Mercantile League flag above it. Any members of the League can stay within the townhouse for a minimal fee, as well as quartering any shipments within the warehouse.

Nets and KnotsThe Tulita frequent this small, dingy shop famed for its sturdy, well-crafted fishing nets and fiber ropes. The proprietor, a retired skipper named Hale, is always willing to buy the native’s nets and resell them to many of the port’s fishing and whaling ships.

The Eight PenceThis old tavern sits within a stone’s throw of the docks. Once an old meat pie building, it has since expanded, now catering to those sailors with too much coin and not enough sense to spend it wisely. Certain other comforts besides a hot meal of chowder or water ale are available here for the right price as well.

Outskirts, Plantations, and BeyondBeyond the outer periphery of Port Shaw, the endless jungle interior of the island presses against the colonists’ attempt to tame the land. Only the most adventurous mainlanders try to brave the interior, and only the desperate or bereft live in the Outskirts.

PlantationsFields of pineapple, taro patches, sugar cane, mango trees and other delicacies worth a king’s ransom ring the interior-facing side of Port Shaw. These sprawling estates look like paradise from a distance, their colorful treasures undulating in the cool breeze. Closer inspection reveals the perspiry sheen of indentured Tulita workers and the hash beatings of their overseers.

The plantations are a place of misery. Their verdant lands no longer belong to the native peoples who now work them, slaving away for barely enough food to feed their families. The conditions at different plantations vary. Some owners treat their indentured workers as valued employees, others like rented mules.

The SewersThe citizens of Port Shaw avoid the sewers at all costs, and all manner of horrible tales tell of the unnatural inhabitants within. Work on the sewers halted after over 100 Tulita workers lost their lives. While the newly placed foreign members of the Council of Elders cared nothing for the senseless deaths of the natives, they eventually decided further attempts to expand the sewers would waste time, not to mention good slave labor.

As a result, the small sewer system of Port Shaw remains woefully inadequate. While the brilliant design of its seawater intake system far outstrips most other cities’ sanitation solutions, the insufficient size of the sewers causes numerous problems. Pockets of explosive sewer gas accumulate in tunnels, and drainage conduits often flood during high tide, blocking sewage from depositing into the once pristine, now cesspool-like Kai Bay. Pollution of the seawater in the harbor is only one of many concerns, although it is likely responsible for the deadly sewage tainted water elementals that prowl the harbor and the tunnels below the city.

The Dragoons bar anyone from entering the sewers without their Writ of Official Business. This does not keep interested parties of adventurers from probing the murky depths below Port Shaw without such sanction, chasing hastily discarded valuables or rumors of lost treasures left behind by either the prior settlers or former occupants of the catacombs. Those brave and desperate enough to face such dangers for a chance at profit are known as “sewer pirates”, the most noted of whom is Lester Farrows.

The OutskirtsLife on the Razor forces many of the unfortunate and impoverished to eke out meager existences beyond Fort Stormshield on the outskirts of Port Shaw, subsisting as outcasts at the edge of a harsh wilderness teeming with monsters. Most of the local Tulita linger in the Outskirts, as do those who need to hide from the rulers of Port Shaw without leaving the city’s shadow.

In the Outskirts, struggling against disease, famine, and aggressive predators, some proud Tulita cling to life with the strength of their ancestors, even as their gods turn away from them. Others have lost hope. More than half the Tulita population living here toils under the backbreaking yoke of the plantation owners. Many of the rest – brothers, fathers and sons – take berths on whaling ships, leaving their loved ones to struggle in their wake.

Those left behind hope their loved ones on the waves will return with enough gold to buy their freedom and perhaps some land. However, those who depart rarely return, as slavers often raid the whaling fleets and make a beeline for Carcass with their human cargo. These unfortunates’ orphaned families persist in the Outskirts, filled with hope, anger, and despair in equal measure.

Mistfinder: Carrion Crown:

First, I'd keep it as the kind of tour through several lands that it's set up to be in Ustalav, so the following would be best for parties that don't mind walking.

I'd probably start things of in "The Haunting of Harrowstone" in Mordent, having the PCs drawn to Mordentshire or other town not on the map (even Ravengro itself) in much the same way as it's set up in the Carrion Crown Player's Guide, having them be related in some way to a scholarly ally in town, whether it be Van Richten or one of his near equally learned allies. From there, it'd be an easy thing to place Harrowstone outside of the town or nearby. The adventure could proceed pretty much as normal from there.

From there, we get into "Trial of the Beast", which starts with a good long overland journey and some encounters along the way. The PCs could meet the traveling freak show while they're passing through Dementlieu then go on to Ludendorf, which would take the place of Lepidstadt. From there the adventure can progress pretty much as normal, subbing in Schloss Mordenheim for Schloss Caromarc. (Whoa, that's all fits creepily well... I SWEAR it wasn't planned like that and that this is TOTALLY the first time I'm thinking about this. *awkward chuckle* Anyway.)

After that we get into "Broken Moon" territory, but there's no way I'd have the campaign swing all the way back down to Verbrek. Rather, I think I'd use the Forest of Shadows as the Shudderwood and use Corvin or a community on Lake Placid or Redleaf Lake as the Ascanor Lodge. From there I'd swing south to use the City of the Dead as Felgrau.

Departing from there there's another good long journey to the coast with "Wake of the Watcher". The problem here is that the closet coast is way farther away in Ravenloft than it is in Ustalav. I'd probably just hunker down and use Nevuchar Springs as Thrushmoor and then put Illmarsh farther away to the south, somewhere halfway between Nevuchar Springs and the border with Nova Vaasa on the coast of the Nocturnal Sea.

With the trip to Ravenloft Illmarsh taking us halfway down the coast, the closet cosmopolitan center to sub in for Caliphas in "Ashes at Dawn" would be Egertus. That adventure could play out there with little trouble nearly unchanged if you don't mind giving the city a bit of a vampire problem. Though, since it's already set up as a serial killer murder mystery, you might be able to spin Malken in there somewhere.

For the climax with "Shadows of Gallowspire" things get a little trickier. Thinks wrap up in a cursed mountainous wasteland. If you want to play things close to the way the AP presents them heading into Barovia and Mount Sawtooth might be a good place to drop Renchurch and Gallowspire, or even on to Forlorn, or even the mountains of Hazlik since that seems like good grounds for liches. This close to Castle Ravenloft, though, it gets pretty tempting to pull Strahd into the mix, and I might start thinking about respinning the whole plot as some new gambit by Strahd to escape the Demiplane of Dread by collecting and distilling essences from points of power across the domains into an elixir that would allow him to transcend, escape, or even become one of the Dark Powers. Runchurch could be near the village of Barovia and then you could sub in Castle Ravenloft and a fight with Strahd as the big badness at the end.

Mistfinder: Carrion Crown: An Introduction:

Introduction
Ravenloft is not the name of the planet, or even a land. It is the name of an ancient castle in the land of Barovia, a nation that lies at the heart of the continent known as the Core.

The world itself has no name, being merely "the world" but is often called the Land of the Mists. Travellers from distant lands sometimes name it the Demiplane of Dread but most locals laugh at that hyperbole. Others have called the world such things as a prison for the damned, a crucible to test the virtuous, or a world of fear and horror. But, to you, it is simply called home.

10 Facts About the World1 – Magic Is Real: It is accepted that magic is real, but disputed if it is an abomination or part of the natural order. Most folk may never see true magic but still know that it exists.

2 – People Are Isolated: The average person lives their entire life within thirty miles of where they were born. The farthest most folk travel is the neighbouring town or village.

3 – Monsters Are Real: The majority of people die a natural death never having encountered a creature of the night. Regardless, it is agreed that monsters are very real and dangers lurk in the shadows.

4 – Superstitions Work: As monsters are real and dangerous, adherence to rituals is what keeps people safe. People strictly adhered to traditions and thus tragedy is avoided.

5 – Humanity Is Predominant: The various inhuman races are rare, almost unknown in many lands. At best they are viewed as less than human, and at worst they are seen as animals or monsters.

6 – Technology Advances: The progress of science has created modern wonders, such as clockworks, firearms, gaslights, and some steam power.

7 – The Gods Are Silent: While prayers are sometimes answered, the gods themselves do not talk to mortals. Some claim to hear the voice of god, but these are called madmen as often as they are called prophets.

8 – Do Not Anger The Vistani: These wandering vagabonds are often considered thieves, but Vistani gypsies can also be entertainers, traders, craftsmen, and mystics. However, the potency of their curses and use of the Evil Eye keep the Vistani from being barred from towns.

9 – Be Wary Of The Mists: Cool white fogs borders the known lands. It is easy to become lost in the Mists, which have been known to snatch travellers, depositing them in faraway lands or even other times.

10 – Magic Is Unreliable: Outlanders from distant lands complain that magic does not work as it should: it cannot detect morality, travel between nations, accurately divine the future, or cross into other worlds. Even those spells that do work often have unintended consequences.

Theme and Tone
Ravenloft is a setting inspired by the classic tales of Gothic horror rather than western fantasy and Greek myth: Frankenstein rather than Elric and Bram Stoker instead of Tolkien.

A good Ravenloft campaign is a combination of gothic horror and gritty fantasy. This campaign also adds elements of dark Fairy Tales and modern Urban Fantasy to the mix. Dracula and the Brothers Grimm meet the Dresden Files and Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell.

My players do not begin as heroes: they are not the champions of the people or the chosen of the gods. Instead, they are common folk with daydreams of glory or pushed to greatness by desperate times... if they survive.

Adventures will frequently be investigative and the villains more powerful than the PCs. Charging into combat without a plan or knowledge of the enemy will likely result in severe injury or death.

The campaign will also be low magic. PC spell-casters will be among the rare magic users in the Mists. To reinforce this, magic in combat will be discouraged and much more risky. Magic items will also be rarer but not unknown, simply special and unique.

Mistfinder: Carrion Crown: Character Creation:

CHARACTER CREATION
The rules for creating characters are similar to those found in the Pathfinder Core Rulebook, with a number of changes referenced below.

Concept
Players should start by thinking of an idea for their character.
A concept should include an idea of what the character does for a living, but also why they might be involved in adventure. Being a milliner is fine, but there should be some reason why the character was named as a recipient in Professor Lorrimor's will.

Races
Not every race exists in Ravenloft, and humans are by far are the most common. Most non-human races are viewed with suspicion or fear by the simple common folk.

Races are divided into four categories: common, uncommon, rare, and very rare. At the start of the campaign, only races from the first three categories can be chosen. Additionally, at the start of the campaign, I will only select one player with a rare race and two with an uncommon race.

Classes
At first level, players are limited to the five NPC classes: adept, warrior, aristocrat, expert and commoner. Starting with second level, players can take any class they wish. Additionally, Dreamscarred Press’ Psionics Unleashed is also usable for its update of the psion and psychic warrior. The psion, psychic warrior, and all related content (rules, powers, feats) are usable.

All core and base classes are available, however there are minor changes for some classes. See the Class section for how existing classes fits into the world as well as any possible changes.

Players who elect to take the commoner NPC class also gain an additional trait of their choice and begin play with a draw from the Tarokka Deck. In addition, their minimum hand size is increased from 0 to 1, so they always have a Tarokka card.

Traits
At first level characters gain two traits, one of which must be a Carrion Crown campaign trait. Players who pick the commoner NPC class gain an additional trait of their choice.

Starting Level
PCs begin at first level (0 xp) as unremarkable common folk, little more than nameless NPCs (albeit ones with potential and who had some sort of interaction with Professor Lorrimor). They must adventure for some time before they gain their first level in a PC class.

Character advancement begins using the Fast XP advancement chart. Once characters reach level 3, advancement will switch to the Medium XP chart (with XP increased to reach the new minimum of level 3). At level four your NPC class will convert to the PC class of your choice that you currently have the most PC levels in.

Starting Ability Scores
Stats use the basic array (14, 14, 12, 10, 10, 8) assigned as desired. This equates to a 10 Point Buy. The PCs are heroes by deed and action, not through exceptional abilities or natural talent. As the campaign progresses, stats will be increased, gradually increasing characters closer to heroic Point Buy numbers.

Starting Skills & Day Jobs
Characters begin with an additional skill point which must be allocated to a Profession or Craft. This indicates the character’s Day Job. As long as a character uses the profession or craft skill each level, they continue to get that free skill point at level up.

Starting Money
Mordent has three coins, the gold piece, silver piece, and copper piece called sovereign, shilling and pence respectively (although the term "pound" is used interchangeably with the sovereign).

PCs begin with 50 gp worth of goods and equipment with the exception of the aristocrat who begins with 100 gp. This equipment is not new, and represents handed down weaponry, heirlooms, or work-assigned gear. Extra funds are kept but converted into silver pieces (sp). This represents a character’s life saving.

Usable Books
All content from core Pathfinder products are usable.

Available content includes the Core Rulebook, the Advanced Player's Guide, Ultimate Magic, Ultimate Combat, and the Advanced Race Guide.
Additionally, Dreamscarred Press’ Psionics Unleashed is also usable for its update of the psion and psychic warrior. The psion, psychic warrior, and all related content (rules, powers, feats) are usable. Other books and content, such as non-Core Pathfinder releases and 3rd Party products, needs to be approved on a case-by-case basis.

Traits
Players can pick traits as described in the Advanced Player's Guide. Players begin with two traits, except for the commoner who begins with a third trait of their choice.

Alignment
In Ravenloft, morality is important and actions have very real consequence: evil can leave stain on the soul all but impossible to wash clean.

Players choose where their characters ally themselves both moral and legally: Good vs. Evil and Lawful vs. Chaotic. If a character does not strongly identify with an option they are Neutral or otherwise unaligned.

Players choose the order of their alignment – which part takes priority. A character can be Lawful Good (where what is legal trumps what is right) or Good Lawful (where the law must be obeyed, but not at the cost of what is right).

Languages
There are myriad of languages across the Core.
Unlike other worlds, there is no Common tongue. Players are encouraged to pick a shared language (most likely Mordentish). Characters with bonus language slots are permitted to leave slots open for future languages, either to reflect not having travelled outsider their home region or simply waiting to see what languages might be most useful.

See the Language section for details on who speaks what language and what alphabet is used.

Background & Questions
At the start of the campaign, the players will cooperate to create backstories for their character. Players will be asked to write down their backstory, with as many extra details as desired.
As a reward for completing a written background, the player is awarded with a draw from the Tarokka Deck (see Hero Point variant rules) and their maximum hand of Tarokka cards is increased to 3.

The Semblance of Reason
As noted above, the supernatural has little overt role in the lives of most of those living in the Land of the Mists.

Users of divine magic, for example, should not obviously cast spells. That is, while a priest may stop in combat to bless a companion or pray for protection, the prayer is not answered by a glowing aura over said companion or the appearance of an enormous fiery shield. Wherever possible, I would like PC's to minimise the visual effects of these spells. They have full effect in terms of the game mechanics, but are able to be passed off as coincidence by Doubting Thomases in the world itself. It should be emphasised though that characters who are affected by magic (especially those who pass their saves) are aware of what’s happened.

Similarly, the effect of magical weapons with properties such as flaming, brilliant or related powers will be downplayed. Instead of a visual corona of flames, the sword might project an aura of unnaturalness that warns opponents to stay clear, and invisible flames do fire damage to those struck by it, but from a distance, all but the most powerful or corrupt magical items are not obviously supernaturally empowered.

It is important to for characters to understand with that hit points are just as much luck as physical toughness. A prayer for healing is much more believably ambiguous if you the player presents it as discovering that your characters wounds weren't as bad as first thought, or returning someone to consciousness by slapping their cheek and praying for mercy, rather than describing wounds closing and people rising from near-fatal injuries.

In a similar vein, it is easier to conceal the alignment and nature of opponents from effects like Alignment Channel if you imagine the effect is, in essence, making their luck run out, rather than damaging them. In this mould, a lack of hit points means it is more likely that a fatal blow will be struck, not that a holy word or similar is actually physically damaging.

Finally, magical items are not typically overtly sold as magical items. They might be seen as priceless heirlooms or dwarf-crafted weapons. They might be simple folk remedies prepared by village wise women, or blessed water from a holy font, instead of potions of healing. These items are still available, but they are not thought of as magical items.